When my cutting edge artsy nephew raves about a video, I watch it. This one of jello bouncing did not disappoint. It is only
ninety seconds but because of the slow mo it made my arms feel like gyrating jelly for five minutes.
I have heard marriage gurus say that you have to be married many times to the same person. I get what they are after, the two of you evolve, the relationship changes, but it always irked me. This image works much better for me.
The phenomenon
that is LoriandJohn has definitely changed shape. This weekend was homecoming at my high school and there were scads of people running around who looked different that when we were taking physics and dropping eggs onto mats to watch them break. Then the realization hit me that I too have morphed. Gray, flab, glasses, less drama, you get the idea.
Just yesterday my daughter saw a photo of the two of us at our engagement
party. We looked young enough that she asked who it was. She was polite enough not to seem shocked. But part of me was. Which one is real? Both? Neither?
Our marriage has wiggled too... sometimes I am the tough one insisting that Ben do his laundry, and John wants to be a softie. Other times he holds the line and makes our son pay his debts while I want to send him a little something. There have been forces that hit
us over the years, when our kids have been in trouble, or job security wobbled. But we always regrouped. At one point in the video the jello bounces out of sight, and I admit there have been moments when I couldn't see a recognizable Us.
I don't feed my kids jello, since it includes ingredients I am not fond of, but I am tempted to take some to the preschool to play with.
Maybe I will say something pithy about change. But probably the jello will speak for itself.
